My island herb garden, last night at sunset. This is the essence of Lammas to me: the best fresh produce of the year, to be sure; but also, the herbs and flowers peaking then beginning to wither and brown. Here we see Lady Lavender just past her prime and ready to be cut and bundled. Sister Thyme is ready to bloom and likewise Elder Mugwort, with flower heads so heavy the stalks are falling every which way. Sister Echinacea is proudly purple but beginning to fade; only Queen Goldenrod stands in her prime.
Not seen in this photo, but there nonetheless, is a thriving patch of Lover Sweetgrass. And last night, by full moonlight, my island sisters and I braided the hair of the Goddess, then cut and corded her tresses to take home to hang and dry. In the deep midwinter, when days are short and cold, we will burn the blessing herbs of Summer.